Love’s Secret


Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told shall be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah!she did depart!
Soon after she has gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.


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威廉·布莱克

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